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Songbirds singing in the wind
Beautiful birdies on the limbs
Field mice playing in the grass
Mighty owl makes a pass
On this morning I do proclaim
Nature's playing its morning games
My presence is silent, it is not known
While I'm sitting stealthy up in a tree
Watching nature be nature, so naturally
Glasses in one hand,Camara in the other
My goal; to capture our loving mother
The conditions are fair
The timing is right
Today will be the day that I capture
Illusive bigfoot on his morning flight
They say he's not real,it's in my head
But I'll prove them all wrong
With a picture that shows
Well it'll show
He's not dead
R.K.H
10/16/2021
Form:
"Doughnut Man Seeks Insubstantial Woman of Substance"
Doughnut Man
seeks ghost whole
to fit his missing peace
Chimeric Dream Girl
seeks holesome man
who has her back
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Perfect” (12” … Remix)/ The The
https://youtu.be/ttKdwTDtifU
"People turn around with unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
The future is now, but it's all going wrong
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong
People say their prayers and some work hard
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts
This town ain't going like a ghost town
It's going like hell...."
chimeric
adj.
1. Relating to or being an organism, part, or molecule that is a chimera.
2. Relating to a monoclonal antibody produced from the cells of a nonhuman organism, usually in which a portion of the antibody has been replaced with a human sequence of amino acids. This is done in the laboratory by replacing part of the DNA sequence in the nonhuman cells with a sequence of human DNA.
chimeric
adj.
1.Of, relating to, or in the nature of an illusion; lacking reality:
chimerical, delusive, delusory, dreamlike, hallucinatory, illusive, illusory, phantasmagoric, phantasmal, phantasmic, visionary.
2. Existing only in the imagination:
chimerical, conceptual, fanciful, fantastic, fantastical, imaginary, notional, unreal, visionary.
LYRICS/ “Perfect”, The The
https://genius.com/The-the-perfect-lyrics
In the summer of yearning my glacial heart melts,
you float away far in the fervent flood
to the shore of the seamless sea called love,
extending to eternity at the end of my world.
As the spectrum of my rainbow dreams fades away,
the colors dissolve in the cauldron of despair.
The illusive silver lines I can’t keep on holding,
for these drift away with the shapeless storm cloud.
You’ve been so near yet so very far,
but your enticing shadow I see afloat
on the cascading stream in my eye,
where my love lies within drowned debris.
You take away the sunburst dawn’s hue,
and leave for me no color to paint my heart.
When night descends with the somber sky,
I see you defined in the shape of tear.
June 19, 2021
Contest : The Shape Of Water
Sponsor : Craig Cornish
PALE MOON
Pale opal-like depressed Moon
on ebon night in charcoal turquoise sky
peeped through dark grey scattered clouds.
Soft glow casting sober polite glance looking morose.
Whelmed and mesmerized I am to gaze.
My forgotten love of bygone days
whispers and sighs merging in dim hazy glaze
of maroon Moon.
Off and on black clouds try to hide the Moon.
Time to time it slips to show dull face
emerging from clouds
I reminisce grief stricken lost love.
I sink in despondence
drinking dormant dreamy desires
seeking serenity in illusive drowsy dwindled
lunar lamentation.
07/26/22
Second place
One in Five 2
Contest by Joseph May
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
My soul wanders in the dark alley within me,
plunges in the abyss of discontent.
The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain,
casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being,
that flares up as anguish in the carnival of darkness,
burning my essence to ashes of bleak nothingness.
In the gloom of the dismal opaque night,
across the murky landscape of the formidable fate,
I need to take the ordained last journey committed,
for I have promises waiting to be kept,
but I lose the tortuous track travelling the illusive time
in the tormenting gloom of the labyrinth.
The holy fire of spirit is then ignited within me
to incinerate the spreading wings of the deluding ego,
glows the realigned elements of the dormant force,
shows me the path away from the illusive self-worth,
and flashes in the mindscape the sagacious sense,
not to be induced by the imprudent impermanence.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moments,
shaping the perspective of introspection,
and shining in the inner resplendent heavenly light,
I see the blazing sunrise in the dawn of revelation.
The rays of hope radiating from the hued horizon,
illumines the dark recess of the morose mind.
The consciousness in the fold of timeless inner solitude
kindles the concealed candle of the almighty,
that burns with the radiance of the eternal fire,
suffusing me with the glow of sublime bliss,
I carry within me beyond the shadow of strife as I travel
on the promised path to the lighted sanctum of divinity.
_________________
February 26, 2023
Contest : Which Fire Is Eternal
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Crisscrossing streets in a city landscape
a place where the mind panics
wanting to be found
or to find, or not be lost within.
Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked.
This is my dream body, it is chasing its twilit shadow
down blind alleyways
pausing only to heave breathlessly
as it comes to a stop
in yet another walled-off cul-de-sac.
Daylight couples slyly with moonlight,
it forms a vaporous union that creeps under my skin,
I am two hands and a mouth (not my own yet)
scratching upon a lid of fear.
Why record such fantasies?
Why relive the minor horrors, the needling angst
of subconscious ghost trains - images
that fly through darkling places.
Perhaps only to share an illusive puzzle-picture
to reach into other sequestered minds
that just may experience the same
other-worldly hinterland
and there know we are crisscrossing
the same unidentifiable cityscape.
THE UNSUPERVISED STOP SIGN
The illusive Aura far beyond consciousness hallucinates
displaying fake luminosity on overambitious mind.
Me always to progress, never to regress embowered by self obsession.
' Run and Rush' ! Thoughtful approach not included in my dictionary.
Ventured to capture the Present in rapture ! Even to invite trouble in Future.
Always ignoring the caution indicating Stop Sign.
Confusions on confrontation ! Not in wrong intention, actually in tension
on overloaded activities but no lack in devotion or dedication !
Yet might be over- confidence led to self destruction,
as never honored the compulsive Stop Sign being indisciplined in journey.
Bubbling blood often flooded ! Emotive urge surging in opulence .
As I slowed my motion controlling emotions and left all expectations ,
Abloom blossoms greeted me with charming beauty andsweet fragrance.
Now convinced of my limitations and has learnt to obey so-far neglected Stop Sign.
At last in last phase had to make final halt realising abstract of Life and Death.
Enjoyed life , completed duties, waiting in fervid mood with sublime serenity
at the unsupervised Stop Sign for the last call , as my Time is up !
' How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood'
-Samuel Wordsworth ( 1785 -1842 )
FEW CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
As kid enjoyed with cousins-siblings
So many remembrances to collide.
Play-fun-games! Spent childhood caring, sharing.
Being first child, my feelings not to hide.
Till sis not born, walked holding hand of Mom.
When love of Mom was not to divide.
Stealing pickles to irritate Grand Mom
As consequence came up funny events,
though she was liberal to give at random.
Remembered those memorable moments:
Plucked fragrant flowers of sweet aroma
to offer on photos of Great Grand Parents.
So many myths narrated by Grandma!
We siblings to float in illusive mood.
As if all of us to watch cinema.
How sweet to heart are scenes of my childhood.
Loving memory tuned in interlude.
11/23/20
Third Place
'Terza-Rima' Contest by Constance La France
'All Yours (April 2)
Thou shall not have any gods be for me.
Wealth is a god created by inheritance
Not sharing with the poor is not ambiguous
Greed has its place with unwritten laws
All to oneself is a terrible clause
Revenge takes command
when justice can be lost
Death can be accidental
And not require cost
Beauty can be a beast
hiding behind greed
It often requires sacrifice
To satisfy its need
Love comes disguised
As many different things
It can be most hurtful
Testing both dumb and wise
Anger applies penalty
Our own blind laws
Often over aggressive
Not giving a place to pause
Intoxication with its spirits
Sometimes breaking laws
While justice becomes illusive
Our souls give applause
Lying covers the truth
Giving permission to wrong
It's cost may become permanent
And suffering very long
Prejudice the reason injustice
Can be done
You can actually believe
To some a form of fun
Favoritism the unfair preference
For reasons that could be wrong
To some an act of robbery
No matter what the sum
Bribery is the sin
Breaking several laws
For some it's very specific
The reason things are won
Silence is the violence
By those who break our trust
Not witnessing the wrong
when the deed upon us is thrust
Laws are often reasons
Where wrongs cause distrust
A thing written on paper
Giving power to the unjust
Unrighteousness to those
Who make the claim
Yet acting with the causes
They do it In Jesus name
Bragging can be
The search for fame
To reach that certain level
To gain a certain name
Laziness the sin
Most are guilty of
The art of doing nothing
When duties are to be done
Agreements with parties
Instead of what comes from above
Oaths to ruling parties
Instead of what may come from love
*********** is the conclusion
everyone says is wrong
Assistance to life's illusions
Pleasure without the song
Government a place of laughter
Where often laws are often scorned
Conclusions come with disasters
When votes are often wrong
Waste a place for needs disgrace
And later finding what was lost
The regret of doing nothing
Before finding out the cost
Pride our only law
With in our reach and lust
The god we mostly serve
The god we mostly trust
If I had one wish what would it be
to be wealthy …have the world at my feet
or to be famous and admired by all
Would I wish to be smart and lead the world
Or to possess fortunes untold?
If I had one wish would I wish for the stars
That twinkle above.. filling us with awe
Would I want to earn money to cherish and hoard
Or build a big castle over which to lord
If I had one wish would it be to own property
or sail the widest seas
Eat caviar downed with whiskey and cheese
Maybe I could buy me an island a ship and a reef
To spend my life in comfort and ease.
So many choices there are, which one to choose
Deciding what to wish for is overwhelming indeed
Yet after much thought and I think you’ll all agree
If I had one wish this is what it would be.
I’d wish for my heart to be filled with love
To extend to others..and the world at large
So that through my love the world will know
Alas.... that illusive state ..... ......Everlasting Peace.